Apr 9, 2025 9:24 am
The Seychelles sun glares off the steel decks of Mother Base, casting long shadows across the floating fortress. The air hums with the distant thrum of helicopter rotors, the clang of metal from the R&D platform, and the occasional bark of a Diamond Dogs drill instructor putting new recruits through their paces. The ocean stretches endlessly in every direction—a prison of open water for some, a sanctuary for others.
Life here is a rhythm of waiting and war.
Soldiers move through their days with the practiced ease of men who know combat could come at any hour. The mess hall buzzes with low conversation—war stories, betting pools on the next deployment, complaints about the chow. The medical platform reeks of antiseptic and the lingering scent of blood. The brig sits quiet but never empty. And above it all, the Command Platform looms, where the Boss and his inner circle plot the next move in a war without borders.
You’ve been here long enough to know the drill. When a mission comes, it’s never with sirens or panic—just a summons, cold and efficient.
The call comes in the late afternoon, when the heat has settled into the metal bones of the base like a fever. A voice over the PA, calm and unhurried:
++All assigned operatives, report to Briefing Room Alpha. Mission parameters ready for review++
No urgency. No alarm. Just business.
You file in with the others, taking your seat in the dimly lit chamber. The Handler stands at the front, arms crossed, face unreadable behind his usual scowl. The holoscreen flickers to life behind him, casting blue light across the room. The handler hands dossier folders to team. Map included with annotated routes, LZs, and threat zones.
Life here is a rhythm of waiting and war.
Soldiers move through their days with the practiced ease of men who know combat could come at any hour. The mess hall buzzes with low conversation—war stories, betting pools on the next deployment, complaints about the chow. The medical platform reeks of antiseptic and the lingering scent of blood. The brig sits quiet but never empty. And above it all, the Command Platform looms, where the Boss and his inner circle plot the next move in a war without borders.
You’ve been here long enough to know the drill. When a mission comes, it’s never with sirens or panic—just a summons, cold and efficient.
The call comes in the late afternoon, when the heat has settled into the metal bones of the base like a fever. A voice over the PA, calm and unhurried:
++All assigned operatives, report to Briefing Room Alpha. Mission parameters ready for review++
No urgency. No alarm. Just business.
You file in with the others, taking your seat in the dimly lit chamber. The Handler stands at the front, arms crossed, face unreadable behind his usual scowl. The holoscreen flickers to life behind him, casting blue light across the room. The handler hands dossier folders to team. Map included with annotated routes, LZs, and threat zones.
OOC:
At this point you guys are all finalizing character creation. You only need to roleplay introducing your character's looks, personality, etc.
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